I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping
Chapter 346 - 325 little two

Chapter 346: 325 little two

"You mean you want me to live off a woman?"

Fang Qing was taken aback.

"What are you talking about!"

"Isn’t it living off a woman if you help me find a job?"

Jiang Chen picked up his chopsticks and started eating.

Fang Qing didn’t know how to explain for a moment, her biggest worry was hurting the other person’s pride.

"...How is that living off a woman? Don’t be so sensitive, okay? We’re friends, helping you get a job is totally normal."

Jiang Chen flashed a smile.

"Alright, I appreciate your kindness, but I really don’t need help finding a job; I’ve got my own plans."

Although she wanted to persuade him, she knew this guy was stubborn deep down, having known him since they were kids. Since he had said so, anything Fang Qing said would just be a waste of breath.

"Fine then, I wish you every success and a bright future ahead."

Jiang Chen also picked up a can of beer.

"Anyway, when we were kids, we were the golden boy and girl of the neighborhood. If I don’t do well for myself, won’t that be a black mark on your impressive record, Fang Qing the beauty? For that alone, I’ll definitely try hard."

"Smooth talker."

Fang Qing glanced at him sideways.

The Spring Festival Gala was still playing on the TV, but neither of them was watching it.

"Have you decided to make your career in Capital City?"

Jiang Chen asked.

"Yeah, when I went to school in Capital City, I told myself that since I went there, I should put down roots."

"That’s the spirit."

Jiang Chen said admiringly.

Just then, a video call invitation popped up on the phone lying on the table.

Fang Qing looked down instinctively and saw a girl’s avatar.

Jiang Chen picked up the phone, didn’t accept the call, hung up, then sent a message back.

"Who’s that?"

"My girlfriend."

Fang Qing was surprised.

"Didn’t you two break up?"

"Not that one."

Fang Qing caught on.

"You found another one?"

"Yeah."

Jiang Chen, after telling Li Shuru he’d call her back later, put the phone down again.

"Wow, you seem to have quite the charm."

Fang Qing laughed, showing no sign of any discomfort.

"That’s for sure."

Jiang Chen wasn’t shy.

"Why didn’t you mention it before? Hiding it for what?"

"Why would I talk about that? People who don’t know would think I’m showing off."

Fang Qing chuckled, then curiously asked, "Do you have a picture? Show me."

Jiang Chen had nothing to hide and openly flipped through Li Shuru’s social media.

After looking for a while, Fang Qing questioned, "Is she really your girlfriend?"

Jiang Chen laughed and cried at the same time.

"If not, then who?"

"How did such a pretty girl end up liking you?"

She wouldn’t have said this if they hadn’t known each other since childhood.

"Am I that bad? Let me tell you, at our school, I was quite the celebrity."

He wasn’t lying.

At Dongda, he truly was a bona fide "celebrity".

Fang Qing handed the phone back.

"Jiang Chen, look at you, each girlfriend more beautiful than the last. You’ve got game."

"You’re too kind."

Jiang Chen took back his phone, his proud demeanor making Fang Qing burst into laughter.

After some chat and laughter, and a can of beer, Fang Qing left.

Once he had eaten his fill, Jiang Chen put down his chopsticks. He didn’t hurry to clear the dishes but picked up his phone and called Li Shuru back.

"What are you busy with that you didn’t answer my video call?"

"I was just having drinks with a neighbor."

"Neighbor? Male or female?"

The background of the video showed Li Shuru must be at home, and the sound of the TV, also the Spring Festival Gala, could be heard.

"Female."

Jiang Chen was straightforward.

"Looks like I interrupted you guys."

Jiang Chen just laughed.

"What’s so funny? Is she pretty?"

Why did girls always care about this question?

"Pretty, a top-notch beauty. And she’s a talented student from the university of political science and law, both beauty and brains."

Jiang Chen was exceptionally candid.

Li Shuru stared at him through the video, "My mom is right beside me."

As she spoke, she moved the camera over, and Xue Mingqin quickly appeared in the video.

The mother and daughter were probably watching TV together.

"Auntie Xue, happy New Year."

Jiang Chen immediately offered his greetings.

"Happy New Year, Jiang, have you eaten yet?"

"I have."

Xue Mingqin was as cordial as ever, chatting with Jiang Chen for a bit, and then Li Shuru picked up the phone and walked to the balcony.

"Where is your Qing Mei? Is she still here?"

"She just left."

"I wanted to greet her."

Jiang Chen just smiled and also walked to the window, glancing down instinctively.

The snowman was already destroyed by someone; it was just like when they were kids, always kicking any snowman they found on the side of the road.

He looked up.

In the chilly night sky, a hazy moon hung.

"No wonder you didn’t want to come to my house for the New Year. You have a Qing Mei at home."

"Li junior, jealousy is not in your nature."

Li Shuru smiled, opened the window, and the evening breeze blew in, lifting strands of her hair.

"Let’s watch the moon together."

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The Jiang residence.

Fang Qing had just returned and was immediately called over by her parents.

The family of three sat on the couch.

"Has Jiang Chen eaten his meal?"

"Dad, you don’t have to worry about him, that guy can take care of himself."

"Qing Qing, mom wants to ask you something."

"Mom, go ahead."

"Have you really not found a boyfriend?"

It seemed that relatives always liked to ask such questions during the New Year and holidays.

But Fang Qing was almost done with college, so it was normal for her parents to be concerned about this.

"Mom, really, I haven’t."

Fang Qing smiled bitterly, "Don’t worry, if I had found someone, I definitely wouldn’t hide it from you."

Pan Hui exchanged glances with her husband and then tentatively asked, "Are you not dating anyone because of Jiang Chen?"

Fang Qing was startled.

"Mom, what are you talking about, what does that have to do with him?"

Clearly, in the time the daughter went to see Jiang Chen, the couple had discussed it at home, and Fang Weiguo cleared his throat, making the question clear.

"Tell your dad honestly, do you like Jiang Chen?"

Fang Qing was at a loss for words.

"Mom and dad are not fools, since childhood, you’ve always been clinging to Jiang Chen. Even Xiao Yu started liking a girl as soon as he entered college, and you haven’t dated once. Does that seem reasonable to you?"

"Dad, what’s unreasonable about that?"

Fang Qing smiled bitterly.

"Wasn’t it you who told me to focus on my studies, protect myself, and keep my distance from boys?"

"Don’t quibble."

Fang Weiguo said sternly, "Just answer the question honestly."

Fang Qing was helpless.

"Dad, I only see Jiang Chen as a friend."

"Qing Qing, you don’t have to be nervous. Your dad and I don’t mean anything else; we just want to understand your true feelings. Even if you do like that boy Jiang Chen, your dad and I won’t have any objections."

Pan Hui spoke softly.

She wasn’t just comforting her daughter; if the two children were indeed interested in each other, they wouldn’t object. The couple just wanted to understand their daughter’s true feelings.

But often, people don’t really understand their own hearts.

"Mom, you’ve really misunderstood. I’m not dating anyone, and it really has nothing to do with Jiang Chen. He’s just a friend to me, or rather, a relative I grew up with. If I liked him, wouldn’t I have been with him since high school?"

Fang Weiguo and Pan Hui exchanged glances.

Could it be that they were indeed overthinking it?

Fang Qing glanced at the photo album on the coffee table.

It contained some old photos that captured her growth, and, of course, the presence of the guy next door was inevitable.

"Mom and dad, in the past, you always liked to joke about these things. Why do you suspect me now?"

Her role reversal left her parents a little embarrassed.

Fang Qing laughed, shaking her head, and picked up the album her parents had taken out, returning to her room. She was about to put it away again when she couldn’t help but flip through it once more.

From sitting in a baby carriage to learning to walk, to wearing a red scarf, to graduating from high school, it seemed there was always one person by her side.

Fang Qing put away the album and looked towards the windowsill, walking over and looking up.

The moon hung high in its quiet glory.

She breathed out a warm breath, and suddenly remembered the joke from their high school graduation "farewell meal" with a few old friends.

"Memories are like a storyteller, speaking in a dialect filled with local flavor..."

Fang Qing hummed the song softly.

Her cheeks were serene, her demeanor peaceful.